I thought I was the one with a serious addiction...to all things fibre-related. I have collected a stash that seems to reproduce on its own, including fleece that keeps arriving in the post...don't know how that happens. Oh , and my spinning wheels have names and feel like family members as they recline in various places around the house.
Anyway, the monster part. My hubby is always supportive, even when he thinks I'm being a bit weird. He decided to make me a spindle. This was before I even got to the wheels. It was a CD spindle and I loved it. Spurred on by my enthusiasm, he decided to make me a better one. It was a 2CD spindle! Then, one day, he vanished into the garage and presented me with a wooden spindle with a whorl created using his electric drill...don't ask because I don't know how.
|The early spindles|
The good part is he is now producing lots of lovely toys for me to play with. Last night I was test driving the newest addition and I think my wheels are feeling neglected.
The down side is he seems to be moving into the garage..sorry..workshop. Some people would say that's not a downside.
Just need him to focus on that drumcarder now